Thou tread'st upon enchanted ground,Perils and snares beset thee round;Beware of all, guard every part,But most, the traitor in thy heart.“Come then, my soul, now learn to wieldThe weight of thine immortal shield;”Put on the armour from aboveOf heavenly truth and heavenly love.The terror and the charm repell,And powers of earth, and powers of hell;The Man of Calvary triumphed here;Why should his faithful followers fear?